The Journey - Tyler White (best classic books of all time .TXT) 📗

Chapter 3
Henry tried to find something to do to help me. He turned in circles and threw stones at boulders. “HENRY!!! HELP ME!!!” I screamed, the metal was breaking on the other side. Henry looked over and saw that I was crying, the tears were hot on my face and more sweat dribbled down my face. I wiped it off and kept sobbing harshly.
Henry looked around and found a long rope that looked like a 100 years old. He threw it as hard as he could and it landed almost right by me. I stretched my hand out farther and heard the metal clanging again, “HURRY!!!” I screamed, he threw it again and it landed by me again.
One more try and if I didn’t get it, I would die. He threw it farther this time and in the nick of time. I grabbed it and felt the other rope release and fall to the pit of the earth. Henry could barely hold me up, but he managed. I climbed higher until I felt a warm hand collide with mine and pull me up.
Spike wiggled his way through the bag and greeted Henry with a thousand kisses. I layed there silently and panted. I had almost died and managed my way up, I wondered what would have happened to me. and thanked him for saving my life. He really was a good brother no matter how annoying and crazy he was.
The sky was cloudless and the trees were blocked by the fog. I looked around and saw the magical things surrond me. Fairies landed on blooming flowers and ponds of clear water circled us. I kneeled down and touched a pair of fairies wings. They were indigo blue and so was the fairies skin. “Oww, those wings are very fragile!” it turned and faced me, I jumped back and stared in amazement.
“What, you never seen a fairy before?” She put her hands on her hips and waited for my reply, “N-n-n-o,” I stuttered. “Well, I guess you two are new to this land, let me show you around. My name is Florence by the way.” We followed her while she chatted with some friends and showed us the special landmarks of this place such as, Big
Ben where the fairies stay and eat, Gorgeous Luxury a hotel, Daniels Ferris Wheel, a small place where a fairy named Daniel turned to dust and the dust magiclly turned into a mini ferris wheel.
“Do you have a place where humans can stay, Florence?”
“No, but you can stay in that cave over there,” her small blue finger pointed to a boulder fit for at least four people. It was gray with carvings inside from maybe cavemen. We looked inside and saw a drawing of a horse engraved in the stone. We also pointed out warriors and fairies.
Florence came inside and sat with us while we ate peanut butter and jelly sandwhich’s. Henry was stuffing his face with food and slurped a large can of Dr. Pepper. “Eww, you humans are quite gross!” “That’s not me that’s Henry,” I exclaimed, pointing at him while he was chewing.
“Do you know anything about the Stone of Peace, Florence?” she looked shocked and covered her mouth with her hand. “I do.” She whispered uncovering it. “It’s said that it will bring happiness and peace to all humans who believe in it. My parents used to read me the tale of the Stone of Peace all the time!”
“When I was a small fairy, daddy would bring out my favorite book, Stone of Peace Tale and he would read it to me every night after supper. He told me the story wasn’t true but I believed anyway. The Stone of Peace can take control of anyone who lays there eyes on it for too long. It can posses you. You may turn evil so be careful and don’t look at it for a long time!”
Henry and I couldn’t believe what we were hearing! We had no clue that it could take control over you. We sat there very still and waited for Florence to say something. “Florence…Have you ever seen the Stone of Peace before?” I asked pointing to one of the carvings in the wall. It looked like the Stone of Peace so I expected it to be. “No, but I have seen pictures.”
Florence sighed and flew off, her head sagging and her shoulders slumped. “Henry, I think we made her think about her father which made her upset,” I closed my eyes and layed my head on the cold hard rock.
“It might be better if you had a pillow under your head!” Henry snorted, I chuckled and grabbed them out of the bag. I looked around and didn’t see Spike anywhere. Where is he? I thought. “Henry, where’s Spike?” I shook him and looked wary. “I don’t know.” He pushed me away and layed down. I could understand that Henry had a long and horrible day.
It was dark so I took a mustard yellow flashlight and tucked it into my palm. I flipped the switch and it blinked on then off. “UGH!!!” I slapped the flashlight and hit it again. Nothing. “What a waste!” I threw it into the walls of the cave and watched it shatter.
I peeped out of the cave and saw a grayish figure walking by the creek. It then flopped in and I panicked, I saw it stick his head up then back down, then bubbles crowded the water. I raced out and jumped in the water. It was cold as ice and my face was stinging and burning. I wanted to scream but I had to look for Spike. I saw what looked like gray seaweed, flowing in the waters current. I grabbed it and yanked upwards, lifting my body.
I inhaled air and tugged on Spike’s fur upward onto the creek bank. I spit up some water and leaned over poor Spike’s body. I rubbed his face and watched him choke on some water, I helped and then dragged him into the cave. I fell onto the ground and saw Spike lift his head up and start to crawl to Henry’s feet.
I wrapped Spike’s body with a blanket and saw him look into my eyes. He lapped at my face and dropped his head on my lap. I shook Henry up and dripped some water onto his face. “Oww, Cassie! W-w-what are you doing?” He wiped his face and stared at me expressionless. “It’s just water, calm down!” I said, slapping his arm in playment.
“GO AWAY!” Henry screamed in my face, I backed away, “DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” I screamed back, my face was red hot and my pulse raced through my veins. I panted and waited for his reply. “Leave me alone, gosh. Do you have any respect you brat! You care only about your yourself and don’t pay attention to anyone!” I was shocked, Henry never spoke to me like this, “Fine, I wish you weren’t my brother! I also wish that you never came with me in the first place! You can go by yourself, because I’m LEAVING!!!” His face was red with madness and his voice quivered. He shook his head and rubbed his face. His hair stuck up in spikes and sweat drizzled down his face.
I grabbed the bags and walked off, leaving Spike and Henry behind. I needed them and I knew it for sure but I needed time to be alone. I washed away all the bad memories and tried to focus on the good things but my mind kept going back and replaying the moment I saw Henry’s angry face.
I only left Henry the sleeping bag and pillow and then when I was sure he was asleep, I came back and dropped off a few apples and a bottle of water. I smiled and walked off.

Chapter 4
Dawn was approaching and I had to get into a warm place to stay. Flowers were growing wildly and branches of trees surronded the circle. The flowers were pink, purple, yellow, and red, there sparkling pedals glowed and the flower grew about 10 feet. Literally.
I gulped down a bottle of water and sat down on a nearby rock, thinking about Henry and his safety. I started feeling a little queezy, my legs felt like they were falling and my brain rattled. I looked at the rock and saw that it was breaking. I was so startled that I had no time to leave the rock when it broke.
I grabbed a flower and held on as tight as I could. The stem started tearing and I tried to hurl myself up. I was too far down when I noticed that I could rockclimb up. My feet touched the rock gently and I crawled up slowly. The stem was tearing more and I crawled faster. When it finally broke and fell into the pit, I was already up onto the rock.
There was a very tall mountian in the distance, the plants and trees covered some of it and moss traveled on the rock. It must have been very old. I knew right then that the rock held the Stone of Peace. I remembered movies about journeys like that. My bags were slipping behind me and I turned around and barely caught one, falling down. I bent over and grabbed it.
The zipper was open and mom and dad’s honeymoon picture was sliding down. NO! I thought, I tried to grab it but it slipped right through my greasy fingers. I watched mom and dad fall down into the ground, there faces disapperaring downwards. “No,” I whispered, my eyes were